.Seans shaking fingers were exploring the front of my little bedtime knickers. He was stroking my fanny. Yeah through my thin wettening knickers but h... was still touching me. His mum with his dad sleeping inches away from us xI opened my eyes fully to see my tiny red lace knickers crumpled on the floor besides my bed.. The room was dark and silent. I heard 3 heartbeats. Seans fingers worked there way under my thin loose knickers and thats when he must have felt just how wet I was as he stopped.. I still wasn't into puberty, but was just about to start, and now was in Jr. High School. I didn't know this boy too well but used to see him at school and thought about him too. He was good at sports and I had sort of a crush on him I guess. He had some hair on his legs and that turned me on a lot. It surprised me one day when he asked me to go do something after school and we just hung out, went to a swimming pool and stuff. Then on the weekend he said why don't we spend the night and boy was. ’ ‘I just caught Joan fucking my best friend Craig at his place,’ he said his voice cracking realizing that his world was coming apart. ‘Oh my gawd! That bitch. Fucking your best friend no less, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to come by, or better yet do you want to come by here. I don’t get off for another three hours, but we could talk. It will make you feel better.’ Susan was working as a waitress while putting herself through college. She worked long hard hours and was struggling with her. 2) Winters there were brutal. And 3) the town had no bookstore. Boring… Before committing myself to military service, I wanted one last fling, one last grand run on the road. I sold my bicycle, shipped my excess baggage to Dad in Southern California, packed my passport and rucksack, grabbed my guitar, kissed upstate New York adieu, and stuck my thumb out. —– I thought I was going to Canada. My plan: Thumb to Buffalo, then Toronto and Montreal and Quebec City and Halifax. I landed in Mexico City.